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The Adventures of Béla, the Vampire Girl
Book 3: Wrinkles in Time
Part 1
Chapter 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The Goddess Elaine hadn’t completely withdrawn from the mental image of her sister’s quarters on the great ship as she was awakened by one of her adoring worshippers, causing her to cut short her dream-walk with her sisters, Béla and Beth. She could still hear them talking to each other.

‘Dream-walking?’ Beth asked, giggling. ‘No wonder you seemed so aggrieved when I showed up in the communal baths. You thought I was Elaine!’

‘Aggrieved?’ Elaine thought, not knowing whether to be angry or hurt by the careless remark from a sister whom she thought loved her. She decided she was both. The distractions of her worshipper didn’t seem quite as exciting as they had a moment earlier.

The young man had lifted her legs up over his shoulders as he knelt down behind his goddess, pulling her off the comatose lover upon whom she had been impaled. He leaned backward, pulling her back, facedown, until her chin was dragging along her sleeping lover’s belly. The newcomer levered her pelvis further up until his goddess’ back was almost bent at a right angle into the air behind her and he could reach her aromatic, freshly fucked pussy with his mouth.

For a few seconds, Elaine’s weight was all on her face, neck and shoulders, her chin digging into the pelvis of the lover beneath her. Then her thighs were resting on a pair of shoulders, one on each side of the newcomer’s head as he licked his tongue along the entrance of her cream filled pussy. Elaine felt her legs tremble and her belly tighten from the exotic sensation.

‘One more won’t do any harm,’ she thought to herself. ‘Besides, I need something to take my attention off being so ‘aggrieving’ to everyone…’

A few inches away from her mouth and prodding her right breast, her comatose lover’s penis was reacting to her earlier movement of being dragged down his body. The little organ magically seemed to know what was it was being pressed against and was trying valiantly to rise to the occasion.

Elaine turned her head and watched as it throbbed, slowly getting larger and larger with each heartbeat she heard through the belly her head rested on. She breathed deeply, savoring the aroma of her own musky scent wafting from that slowly rising object of desire.

She felt her sleeping worshipper’s stomach muscles tighten under the side of her face as he started to wake up. Grinning as she realized her little orgy was starting its second (no… is this the… Yeah, its fourth) round, Elaine blew on the growing phallus with her breath and watched it jump, almost doubling in size in just a few seconds. Still smiling, she emitted a low growl of self-satisfaction, and blew on it a second time.

Her unknown assailant behind her was doing an incredible job of getting her juices flowing again. Elaine couldn’t stop squirming from the wonderful sensations he was creating back there with his warm, wriggly tongue. She radiated her pleasure back through him, letting him know how well she appreciated what he was doing to her, and he nearly dropped her in surprise as their minds merged together.

Jonas was waking up. The first thing he noticed was that he was lying flat on the cold, marble floor (again?) and his back was killing him. The second thing he noticed was that something warm and hard was pointedly gouging him in his lower belly just above his pelvis. His dick was squashed against something wonderfully warm and very soft. It was sending him signals that required his attention. He realized that that was what had awakened him.

The uncomfortably pointed object gouging him in his gut moved, suddenly becoming much softer and warmer as it moved from sharp chin to soft cheek. He could feel long hair caressing his torso as a cool, moist breeze tickled his growing member. His waking mind put together all the sensations he was experiencing into a recognizable image.

His goddess was lying on top of him, giving her teasing attentions to his most favorite organ. She was about to gift him with her mouth around his penis, breaking her waking fast with the gift he would give her in return. His stomach tightened and his legs twitched as she shifted her position slightly to accommodate his cock with her mouth.

Jonas luxuriated in the sensation of his goddess’ silky blonde hair caressing his belly as she moved. Then her warm, liquid mouth was pressed against and kissing the side of his bulging cock, causing it to surge upward with excitement. He moaned out loud, letting his goddess know that her ministrations were appreciated. He felt her shift position again as she moved to take his entire cock into her mouth.

He felt his goddess’ lips slide slowly up his shaft, realizing she knew he was awake by now and was deliberately going slow just to tease and tantalize him. He resisted the powerful urge to thrust his pelvis upward to force his dick all the way into her mouth – right now! Instead, he arched his back and tightened his leg and belly muscles to keep himself from grabbing her head and slamming it down on his cock as hard as he could.

Jonas opened his mouth and took several deep breaths to help retain his self-control. He recalled a story about a worshipper who had tried to force himself upon the Goddess of the Land, who just yesterday had left the land of the living to go live with her father in the heavens above. The goddess had angrily sunk her teeth into the fellow, almost severing his cock from the rest of him, then sucked blood from it while he screamed in agony.

‘The goddesses demand respect, even during an orgy,’ he remembered from the teachings of the Great Bard.

The sensations of the warm, wet, enthusiastic mouth on his penis were almost overwhelming. He was getting close to gifting his goddess with his morning offering. He tried to distract himself by remembering what the Great Bard Geoffrey had told him when he had inquired about the ‘unbecoming’ sexuality of the otherwise beneficent goddesses that had suddenly arrived in their hour of need to save them all from biological extinction.

“When a goddess sits in judgement, she reaches into the evildoer’s mind and pulls out of him all the evil that dwells within him,” the Great Bard Geoffrey had informed him. “The goddess herself is not a pure deity, but is made in human form, which denies her the ability to discharge the evil that she accumulates while sitting in judgement of others. This evil manifests itself as an overpowering sexual desire, intensified many times over by the evil she has drawn into herself to protect those she serves.”

While the explanation made sense to Jonas, it seemed that the goddesses who held court the least often were much more sexually aggressive than the ones who spent more time in their audience chambers listening to grievances.

Perhaps the few golden-haired goddesses, such as the goddess Elaine, collected the evil energy from the other goddesses who were less willing to dispense their sexuality so freely. That made sense. He would have to ask the Great Bard… Oh, yes… here it comes…

‘Oh, Goddess! Accept this gift of my offering!’

Jonas came, pumping his hot semen into his goddess’ hungry mouth. He could feel her happily sucking every drop from him as his cock spasmed, spurting into her hot, willing mouth several times. Finally spent, he dropped his arched back down onto the cold marble floor, panting heavily.

He could hear her moaning and crying out as she lay with her head and shoulders still on his pelvis and thighs. Someone was obviously worshipping her ‘other’ end. Jonas wasn’t surprised. The goddess Elaine usually had someone on one end of her or the other. Sexually, his goddess was the freest, the most energetic, certainly the most erotically enthusiastic of all the goddesses in this land they had named the ‘New Eden’.

Jonas struggled off his back, rolling onto his side to watch his goddess being worshipped from behind. The arch of her back was an incredibly erotic view, but since he had moved out from beneath the goddess, her head and shoulders were now being pressed against the hard marble floor. Her hips were being held in the air with her legs draped over her new worshipper’s shoulders as he smooshed his face into her (by now) almost liquid cunt. An almost constant animal moan was issuing from his goddess’ throat as she lay agonizingly bent backward into the air, as her newest worshipper happily lapped and sucked on her clit.

Jonas marveled at his goddess’ flexibility and endurance as Elaine lay in that awkward position as she moaned out one long, continuous orgasm. He knew from having attended several of her weekly services that she would keep coming until she lost consciousness before she would ever call ‘quits’ simply because she was uncomfortable. So long as she was coming she would never quit!

After several more minutes, she stopped making the moaning sound and her body relaxed too much for her sexual invader to hold her up. He let the unconscious goddess slide slowly down, holding onto her creamy thighs to keep her legs from hitting the marble floor too hard. He noticed Jonas for the first time.

“Good morning, kind sir,” he said, his face smeared with the love juices he had collected from his goddess.

The newcomer was slightly out of breath from his efforts to please his new goddess. He wiped his arm across his glazed face trying to remove some of his goddess’ return offering.

“The goddess’ nectar is sweet, isn’t it?” Jonas asked, returning the young man’s greeting.

“Oh, so that is the goddess, then,” the young man replied, laughing gently. “I was fairly certain from her description that I had the right one. She was certainly willing enough… but mistakes can happen, you know.”

“Yes, it’s a good idea to know who it is you’re chewing on before you stick anything into her,” Jonas said, referring to the stiff appendage sticking up between the newcomer’s legs.

“Do you think she would mind if I finish this off?” the young man asked, also referring to the uncomfortable hardness he sported.

“I rather believe the goddess would be upset to find that you wasted it somewhere else,” Jonas told him. “You aroused her, you made her come. I’m sure you have her permission. If you wish, I’ll help you carry her to the offering table.”

He indicated a long table with a cushioned surface in the center of the room. The young man nodded, then rose, grunting with the effort of straightening his knees after kneeling on them so long.

“By the way, my name’s Tamarind,” he extended his hand. “My friends call me Tam. I’m here to apply at the university, but someone told me that it was too early to disturb the schoolmaster. I came here to the temple because there is usually food available in the temples for travelers.”

Jonas and his new friend Tam bent down to pick up their sleeping goddess and began carrying her across the room, Jonas carrying her head and shoulders and Tam waddling along between her legs, trying to hold on to her slippery thighs and not drop her onto the hard floor. Grunting, they both manhandled her limp, but still curvy form onto the cushioned table.

“And I’m certain that ‘food’ is the only reason you decided to visit this temple?” Jonas asked, smiling smugly.

“Well, the yellow-haired goddess has a remarkable reputation,” Tam grinned, gazing raptly down at her naked, slender form. “But, believe it or not, I would rather not waste this on an unconscious girl, goddess or not. If there is a buffet of some sort, I think I’d rather sup now, and come back later when the goddess is in a more receptive mood.”

“Services are only held once a week,” Jonas informed him.

He noticed Tam’s disheartened gaze as he took in the marvelous view of the naked, sleeping goddess. Jonas had arranged her golden hair so that it surrounded her head like a halo. Even asleep, she was radiantly beautiful.

“It’s possible that she may grant you a private audience," Jonas suggested, trying to cheer up the newcomer. “She holds court occasionally with the schoolmaster, the Great Bard Geoffrey. You could approach her after, I’m sure.”

Tam smiled bleakly. “Well, then, that will have to do, I suppose.”

Tam looked around, finding where he had quickly stepped out of his clothes when he’d entered the room and discovered several other sleeping revelers (make that ‘worshippers’) surrounding the sleeping blond goddess. Two of them were females. One was awake and watching them.

“Would you allow me to take care of that for you?” the girl asked, looking hopeful as she gazed at Tam’s nicely shaped rod sticking out in front of him.

“Are you a goddess?” Tam asked, smiling back at her.

The girl’s shoulders slumped a little. “No,” she sighed. “I only come here for the weekly service – to give my goddess aid in her time of need.”

“She helps the goddess with her worshippers when there are too many to handle at one time,” Jonas explained.

“Oh,” Tam replied, understanding, now. “She's a temple girl.”

He smiled at the girl again and she looked up at him, hopeful of his attentions once again. She rose as Tam held out his arms.

“You are almost as pretty as the goddess,” Jonas said, grinning at her as she knelt down in front of Tam.

“You must wait your turn, sir,” the girl replied, feeling coy and sexy, now.

“You two know each… Oh, yes!” Tam said as the young female ran her lips along the side of his hard cock.

“We grew up on neighboring farms,” Jonas replied. “She was my first…”

Jonas’ explanation was interrupted by the arrival of the second girl, who had evidently been awakened by their conversation.

“How can you watch them and not feel like worshipping,” the girl whispered against his cheek as she delicately embraced Jonas.

“Sorry, Vicky,” Jonas replied, “but I have already worshipped the goddess this morning. But you feel warm in my arms, and may stay if you like. I’m certain, with you so close, that I can worship you, also, given a few moments to recover.”

Victoria seemed satisfied with that, and, since she was a little sore from her earlier excesses, she simply snuggled up against Jonas while they both watched her sister service the newcomer.

“You need some help with that, Ronnie?” Vicky asked after watching for a minute or two.

In response, Veronica looked up at her sister and grinned, slapping the side of Tam’s cock with her tongue.

Dropping down, Vicky pressed her face up against the side of Tam’s cock that her sister had vacated, then, the two sister’s grinned slyly at each other and began to move in opposite directions. Ronnie’s warm, wet lips moved toward Tam’s pelvis while Victoria slid her dry, breathy mouth down and engulfed the tip of his cock.

“Oh, God!” Tam groaned. “I mean, Goddess! Goddesses!”

A second later, he spurted into Vicky’s mouth. He would have lasted longer, but the first temple girl (Ronnie?) had slipped her fingers up behind his balls and pressed upward just in front of his anus just as Vicky had claimed the end of Tam’s cock with her mouth.

Laughing at Vicky’s surprised look, Ronnie shoved her away just in time for Tam’s second spurt to get Vicky right in the face, and her right eye. Ronnie had her lips over Tam’s cock as the third spurt sprayed up into her mouth, then she was sucking and swallowing until Tam had emptied his cum into the temple girl’s mouth.

Then he found himself completely ignored as the two girls embraced, almost attacking each other in their zeal to steal as much cum from each other as their tongues could find.

As he dressed, Tam considered the amazing activities of last half-hour. He had intended to make an unselfish offering to the district goddess by pleasing her with his mouth and tongue. But with his very first touch, he was sensuously assaulted by overpowering waves of psychic sexuality that she radiated as a direct result of his oral contact with her most sensitive parts. He had heard that this talent was one of the goddess’ abilities, but he’d had absolutely no idea what to expect.

He actually felt disappointed with the temple girls, even though their enthusiasm for sex could probably match the goddess’ own. There had been no real interaction; especially regarding psychic contact like he’d experienced with the goddess. He suspected that those two girls were there just for the sex. Doing it inside the temple would erase the ‘slut’ aspect of needing or desiring so much sex.

Jonas led Tam out through the main entrance of the goddess’ temple and started down the stone steps. Tam stopped. The crystal sun was shining brightly, as it always did. Morning started when you woke up.

“I thought we would eat first,” he said, wondering why they didn’t indulge themselves at the temple.

“Well, you said you wanted to apply at the university,” Jonas replied. “I’m taking you to the schoolmaster’s residence. Bard Geoffrey should be up and about, soon. The food is infinitely better there, anyway.”

Tam laughed agreeably, then followed his new friend down the sunlit street to the gated mansion a short distance away.

~~~~~

Elaine was coming so hard she that all she could do was lie on the cold marble floor and moan as her unknown lover treated her to an exquisite tongue-lashing. After several moments she passed out, unable to orgasm any longer.

‘That’s not fair! If you’d’ve fed me, I could have lasted a lot longer!’

Dreamwalking, Elaine watched her two morning lovers carry her to the offering table in the center of the room.

‘At least they didn’t leave me on the cold floor. I’ll have to reward them for that…’

Now that her attention was off sex, she decided to go see what Béla had been so ‘aggrieved’ about. She created an image of Béla’s quarters on the great ship, then she was there.

Elaine looked around. The room was empty. It smelled of sex; not Béla’s. It must be Beth’s musky scent.

‘Where are you?’ Elaine asked no one in particular.

She created an image of Béla and asked her the same question, then she was standing next to her two sisters in the arborium of the great ship.

‘This is amazing!’ Elaine thought, excitedly. ‘I’m in a forest! Where on the great ship are we?’

She looked around, trying to figure out where she was. What her siblings were doing was even more amazing than where they were. Beth was trying to string a bow, then she handed it to Béla. Béla looked at the bow in her hands, and it began to hum and shiver all by itself!

‘The wood is planing itself into a narrower version of itself. How is she doing that?’

Elaine saw that Beth was closely watching her sister work in her mind. She quietly melded her mind with theirs and watched Béla imaging little particles into the space outside the ship. The particles of wood that had been attached to the outer edge of where Béla’s mind was working simply blew off into the air.

‘So that’s what creates that powdery effect!’

Elaine realized that Béla could have worked much faster, but she was teaching Beth how to improve her teleportation abilities.

‘I didn’t even know Beth had teleportation abilities!’ Elaine thought as she continued to watch her two sisters interact, not making herself known.

Béla further demonstrated her teleportation abilities by making arrows from wood pieces she teleported from the growth around them, but she was drawing on Beth’s knowledge of bows and arrows and how they worked. Elaine chuckled to herself as Beth corrected her sister on how to feather an arrow. Then, surprised, she watched Béla teleport the bow right out of her sister’s hand.

Béla notched an arrow and said, ‘Let’s see if this thing works!’ then shot the arrow right into her sister’s stomach!

Grinning to herself, Elaine withdrew from the image of her two sisters. The two of them always mutilated each other savagely during their sex play, and it looked like they were beginning another session. Evidently, they had created the bow and arrows as sex toys for precisely that reason.

Elaine opened her eyes. There were still two revelers passed out on the floor, and the two sisters who had done such a wonderful job on her with their tongues, mouths and fingers were busy with each other, now.

She sighed as she watched the two girls, missing her own darling sister who had only been gone a day or so. But, surrounded by adoring worshipers, even unconscious or preoccupied ones, she felt less alone. After a few more minutes, the two sisters were either asleep or unconscious again, one lying on top of the other on the cold, marble floor.

Elaine closed her eyes and dream-walked into the dining hall. There was bread and finely carved cheese laid out for parishioners to partake, and pitchers of iced water and a bottle of wine.

‘Let’s see how this teleportation stuff works…’ Elaine thought to herself, anxious to try what she’d seen in her sisters’ minds.

She wrapped her mind around a piece of bread and pulled it into herself like she saw Béla do when she teleported the bow from Beth’s hand. Startled, she felt the bread physically materialize inside her chest, partially blocking one lung. Anxiously grabbing it again with her mind, she wrenched it out of her body, taking some of her body fluids and a chunk of lung tissue with it, creating a hole in her lung that quickly filled with blood.

She coughed up a mouthful of the red fluid before her lung started to heal. The bloody piece of bread splatted down on the floor beside the table, looking very unappetizing.

‘Well, so much for first efforts!’ Elaine thought disgustedly. She swallowed the blood she coughed up, not wanting to waste it.

She sat up, and instantly realized her mistake as she began leaking between her legs. She was on the table in the middle of the room with no towels in sight.

‘Somebody find me a towel!’ she anxiously radiated throughout the room, then she was holding one in her hand.

‘Where did this come from?’ Elaine inquired into the ether around her. There was, of course, no one there, and she realized she’d actually, accidentally teleported it. ‘Well! Maybe I was trying too hard the first time…’

She smiled to herself, enjoying her little victory, then remembered why she needed the towel as her juices began pooling around her rump.

Chapter 2 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“But I’m supposed to be taking over for Béla, I mean, the Goddess of the Land,” Elaine was saying to the Bard Geoffrey. “Shouldn’t I have some sort of title?”

“You have a title, Goddess,” Jeff explained. “It’s ‘Goddess’. If you want to be called something else, you’ll have to associate yourself with that object or concept. The only thing I can think of to associate you with is Temptation!”

Annoyed by where her questions had led them, Bard Geoffrey closed the book of historical references he’d been reading when the goddess had interrupted him to learn more about what duties were expected of her now that her sister goddess was no longer available. He watched the naked, golden-haired goddess as she considered what he said.

‘The Goddess of Temptation, huh?’ Elaine thought to herself. Somehow, it lacked a certain… dignity. She sighed, deciding to hold off on this matter until later. She needed a better title than that. “All right, you win. ‘Goddess’ will do, for now…”

She smiled at him. He was trying really hard to be annoyed with her right now, but she could plainly feel his attraction for her. That ‘want’ in his soul was what fueled his annoyance with her. As much as the Bard loved and worshiped the now absent Goddess of the Land, he lusted for her sister, Elaine, as well.

“What other duties are there?” she asked. “Do we eat together, or anything? Ceremonial dinners and stuff? Can I still have my own weekly services now that I’m a justice?”

She was being coy with him now. She’d lived in the manor with them for almost two years. She knew the routine.

“You will, I realize, do as you please,” Jeff replied, resigning himself to the fact that she was going to be the district goddess until such time as the Goddess of the Land saw fit to return to the land of the living. He was stuck with this temptress of a goddess until then.

“As far as administering justice,” he continued, “your reputation may cause some problems, but if you are as diligent as your predecessor in recognizing true causes and assigning appropriate sentences, any detractors to your reign will have no ground to stand on.

“You realize, of course,” he concluded, “that many people will not equate your incredible beauty and sexuality with intelligence and fairness in judgement. I know how smart you are and how well you can read others. I trust that the Goddess of the Land has trained you well in right-finding. It will be your words, your actions and your judgements that will create the light with which others see you.”

‘He thinks I’m smart?’ Elaine thought, confused, yet pleased. ‘I didn’t understand half of that! Is he complementing me or saying he expects me to fall on my ass?

‘He gets on that pulpit and lectures so that he can ignore how horny he is. When he does that I can’t tell if he means what he says or not! I hope I don’t have this much trouble in court…’

“So, okay then,” Elaine said, stalling, not sure what she should do or where she really stood with him, other than as a sexual object of his desire.

“Um, when do we hold court?” she asked, hoping he would say ‘sometime next week’. She was disappointed with his answer.

“Right after the noon meal,” he replied, smugly.

He turned his attention away, obviously dismissing her, and opened his book, thumbing through it to find where he had been reading earlier. After a moment, he looked up. She was gone.

‘I hope she wears something to court this afternoon,’ he thought, sighing with the relaxed relief the absence of her alluring, naked body provided him.

Jeff could relax, now that Elaine wasn’t present. Whenever she appeared in front of him, naked (and she was always naked), all he could think about was how badly he needed to merge his body with hers.

He read for awhile, not really paying attention to the text; reading simply helped him to think more clearly. He’d had a couple of visitors join him at his first meal, one of whom wished to apply to the university. This ‘Tam’ fellow wished to trade his knowledge of electrical engines for a variety of other subjects, some of which could only be considered hobbies, or personal interests.

Jeff suspected that Tamarind was more interested in teaching than he was in improving his own education, possibly attempting to trade his mechanical knowledge for an easier life than farming. Jeff hadn’t actually considered having professors in his university since he had the Praetor, which could mind-link directly with the students and educate them ‘en mass’ without ever having them crack open a book.

The main purpose of the university buildings was to house the students. There would be, of course, an assembly hall in each section, but only the first section was finished, so there was, currently, only one assembly hall, and it was being used for feeding the students. More construction would occur during the summer months, after the plowing and planting was finished and would continue until the Festival of Lights.

He decided to ask the Praetor what it thought of the situation. It always answered when he thought a question to it. He wondered what it did in its spare time. It answered him.

‘Images of the Praetor recording court proceedings from all thirty-two districts, formal occasions, such as weddings, funerals, transfers of property and other legal duties.’

‘Goodness!’ Jeff thought. ‘How will it have time to educate an entire generation of youths?’

Another image appeared in Jeff’s mind showing a pie chart of how much processing time the Praetor used to record all this data compared to its maximum input/output capabilities. The Praetor was operating at about five percent of its capacity. Jeff was impressed.

‘And there are three more Praetors?’

Jeff couldn’t imagine the total computing power of even one Praetor, let alone four of them. Although it could have been his imagination, he felt that the Praetor was somewhat smug about its superior mental capabilities.

‘If the Goddess Elaine gets into trouble while holding court,’ he decided to ask, ‘is there something that can be done to save face and maintain order and the respect of the populace?’

Although that wasn’t what he had planned to discuss with the Praetor, he was more interested in this topic, as Court was going to begin in less than two hours, assuming the goddess wasn’t scared off completely and didn’t show up at all.

‘I record the events of the court as they occur. I do not interfere with the judgements of the daughters of Sibilius. They are the ruling class of this domain. You were instrumental in creating the current class structure, so you are aware of its fragility.

‘Each of the justices is paired with a human who sits in judgement with them. As you have written in your tomes, both must agree on the judgement before it becomes a decision of the court. It is interesting to note that the greatest social error on the part of the justices was unanimously agreed upon, not only by the justices, themselves, but also by everyone who was present at the time.’

The Praetor was referring to the execution of the ‘Lady’ Sarah for her assassination attempt on the Goddess of the Land. That decision had nearly created a master-slave society with the goddesses as absolute rulers and everyone else as their slaves.

That situation had been defused by the Goddess of the Land, herself, and her sister goddess, Elaine, when they had produced the Writ of Stone, supposedly written by the Storm God, laying out the law in stone (granite, actually) as it applied to murder or assassination.

With the appearance of the Writ of Stone, the death penalty was revoked forever and was not a judgement that any justice, goddess or not, could use to condemn another individual, no matter what they’d done. The goddesses were not to be permitted lethal retaliation for any crime an individual might commit. Civil enslavement and loss of property was the worst one could expect in judgement.

He noticed that the Praetor had withdrawn from his mind, evidently satisfied that it had answered his question. The ‘Great Bard Geoffrey’ was equally responsible for any decisions that the goddess Elaine made as a justice. The thought made him less comfortable than he liked to be. Especially when lunch was only moments away.

The self-proclaimed ‘Golden Goddess’ joined him for lunch, having determined that that would be her new title as a justice. There was only one other blond goddess, and her hair was more rust-colored than golden, and that title wasn’t spoken for; Elaine had checked with the Praetor just to be sure.

“So that’s how you can announce me,” Elaine said, smugly.

“That says more about your sexuality than it does your ability to make valid judgements, Goddess,” Bard Geoffrey stated, quietly.

He didn’t really care what she called herself; he was simply relieved that she was wearing clothes. Her nudity always distressed his digestion. He wondered where she had gotten the modest white gown she wore. It looked vaguely familiar.

“It’s Béla’s,” Elaine volunteered. Jeff had been thinking so loud that Elaine couldn’t help but overhear. “I was looking through her stuff to see what she thought was respectable. What do you think of it?”

She smiled radiantly and straightened her shoulders. Jeff’s attention was immediately attracted to the part of the dress that the goddess Elaine filled out so much more than the Goddess of the Land.

“Is that all you think about?” Elaine asked, pretending to be annoyed with his distracted stare.

She knew she wasn’t fooling him into believing she was annoyed. He knew her too well. She loved the attention that men everywhere gave her. She blew him a kiss as forgiveness.

Lunch was a new creation by the chef; a cold-pressed, ground sausage baked with canned apples, burnt honey and cinnamon. It was light on the sausage and heavy on the cinnamon. Although Elaine didn’t care for meat, she thought the dish was delightful. Before she left for the temple with the Great Bard, she made arrangements with the chef to have that dish available at her next service.

‘It’s too bad they don’t use money here,’ Elaine thought. ‘I’d double his salary for creating dishes like that!’ She wondered what she could do to reward him, but his true love was his kitchen. Unlike most men, he actually didn’t care too much for sex. His great passion was cooking. ‘Maybe he would like a new pan…’

As the Justice and the Bard arrived at her sister’s temple (it’s mine, now, at least until Béla gets back, in a hundred years, or so…), the attendant greeted them at the entrance.

“This afternoon’s caseload is unusually light, Goddess,” he explained. “There are only three cases to be heard today.”

The Golden Goddess could see that the attendant was nervous. She resisted raiding his mind as he had fairly good control and wasn’t blasting his thoughts in all directions. Mind raiding weakens the individual’s ability to control his own thoughts and emotions.

At one time during Elaine’s training, her sister had explained that the basic difference between a sane mind and a criminal mind is that the criminal mind lacks the social responsibility to control his desires. What he sees, he wants; whether he needs it or not. He doesn’t recognize another’s ownership; only his own desire. The criminal has learned, through personal experience, that he can be punished for exercising his ‘rights’, so he becomes sly about when and where he can ‘correct’ his perceived imbalance of ownership.

In cases of theft, Béla taught Elaine to seek out images similar to that in an accused person’s mind and make them visible to that person in the light of his lack of social responsibility. It often caused complete propitiation in the accused, and a trustworthy promise to act more responsibly in the future. The tricky part was that if the former criminal were to actually behave in a more acceptable manner, it was required that he be held accountable for the damage he’d done. He would have to make restitution, either in the form of property or service, to the victim.

It was often necessary to ‘right-find’ for the victim, too. The victim often was too emotionally distraught to see how any judgement other than burying the criminal in quicksand up to his neck and then setting his head on fire could be beneficial to society.

Béla had demonstrated that it was sometimes necessary to dig out images in the victim’s mind of similar acts, sometimes something he did as a child in order for the victim to become agreeable to a more sociable solution.

‘No one is completely guiltless, darling, and often their guilt is what fuels their anger.’

This also prevented unwarranted cruelty committed in retribution against the former criminal by the victim in cases where personal service was required as restitution.

“You learned all that in less than two years?” Elaine had asked, astounded that Béla knew so much about the human mind.

“Well, I had a lot of help from the Praetor,” Béla confessed. “It doesn’t actually have emotions, at least, not like we do. But it has learned, over thousands of years of collecting data, how the minds of father’s people and the humans work. They are not too dissimilar.”

“Why hasn’t any of this been learned before?” Elaine wanted to know.

Béla shrugged. “Nobody asked?”

It was the nearest to the truth that she could understand. Nobody wanted to know. They were too busy punishing and killing each other.

The court attendant interrupted Elaine’s reminiscing as he began the afternoon session.

“The first case is of a man who is accused of damaging the property of Akbar Shiest,” he announced.

Jeff felt the Goddess Elaine mind-link with him, as was normal procedure. Her mind felt completely different than the Goddess of the Land’s.

He couldn’t quite define what the difference was, but a cold, calculating edge was missing; a ‘rightness’ that his goddess had been convinced of about herself that was completely missing in the goddess Elaine. In the part of her mind where his goddess could feel anger and a call to action, the goddess Elaine felt uncertainty and the desire to back away from confrontation. She was having a terrible time just sitting there, listening to the court attendant talk.

Jeff marveled at the difference between the Justice Elaine and the sexy goddess he had been mind-linked with in previous instances when she was being a ceremonial object of desire during her services. She hadn’t lacked confidence and willingness to act, then. She had no lack of certainty about her sexuality; only her judgement when it effected others.

‘You’re right! This shouldn’t make that much difference!’ Bard Jeffery heard in his mind. Immediately, he could feel the Golden Goddess relaxing, becoming more comfortable in perceiving her duties as a justice. ‘This is just another role, after all…’

In the first case, the two men were lifelong friends. The accused, Timothy Slazenger, was a neighboring farmer. He had broken Akbar’s tractor moving a rock. The tractor, it turned out, was over forty years old. Last year, Akbar had requested a replacement and, in fact, the request had been approved. The new tractor was currently being prepared at the Southern Depot storage facility for shipment.

The problem was that Akbar had plowing and planting to do and didn’t have a tractor, which he needed right now. His friend Timothy had his own tractor and had been proceeding with his own plowing and planting until he had been brought to court, just today.

“But, Akbar, if I had used my own tractor, then it would be broken, like yours is,” Timothy tried to reason with his friend. “But I wouldn’t have sued you, even though the rock was on your land.”

‘Well, that’s interesting,’ Elaine thought to her bard. She decided to dream-walk, taking Geoffrey along with her, to the storage facility at Southern.

‘Do you know where we’re going, Goddess?’ Jeff asked. He wasn’t used to being psychically kidnapped and dragged out of the middle of court proceedings.

‘Relax, we’ll only be gone a moment,’ the goddess replied.

Once at the Southern Depot, she made an image of a tractor, and was drawn to about ten of them. There were several being shipped off today and the rest were shipping tomorrow.

Jeff blinked as Elaine released his mind and he was back in the goddess’ temple, sitting in the audience chamber.

“Your tractor is being shipped tomorrow, at the latest,” the goddess informed the court. “You should have it in three days.”

Akbar was still annoyed. “But, goddess, that’s three more days that I can’t plant. My crops will be at least two weeks behind everyone else’s. The darkness comes at the same time for everyone.”

‘That’s an explanation?’ Elaine asked herself.

She reached out and touched Akbar’s mind. There was definitely something there that he didn’t want her to know. She felt Timothy’s mind. Timothy was upset about his old friend’s predicament, but didn’t know what to do about it. Akbar was too upset to discuss it with him, other than demanding that he give up his own tractor.

‘We were both drunk as skunks, you dumb bucket!’ Elaine heard in Timothy’s mind. She smiled, returning her attention to Akbar.

“I understand your problem,” the goddess said, sympathetically. “Tell me the events of the day when your friend broke your tractor.”

As Akbar tried to envision what to tell the goddess, she could see in his mind the entire series of events leading up to wrecking his tractor.

There was a celebration. Akbar had thrown a birthday party for his old friend, Timothy. There were at least fifty people there; neighbors and family members. The food and the barley beer flowed freely. There was barbecuing, games of horseshoe, ball tossing… Everyone was having a good time.

The two were lifelong friends basically because they had spent their entire lives competing against each other in everything. One had the prettiest wife, one had the most children, one had the biggest crop…

Timothy’s crop the year before had been half a silo larger than Akbar’s had. During the party, Akbar complained that, even though he had more land than Timothy, this big rock made it impossible to plow and plant in the most efficient manner.

‘That’s not true,’ the goddess informed her bard, who, mind-linked with his goddess, was following the thoughts of Akbar as his goddess read them. ‘They were both drunk at the time they were bragging at each other and he was trying to save face.’

The two friends had both hopped on Akbar’s old tractor and headed out across the field, running over both plowed and unplowed sections. The plow was still attached, but they were both too drunk to notice the damage they were causing.

After a few moments, they arrived where a large chunk of granite stuck up several feet out of the ground. Between the two of them, they decided they were going to pull it up. Somehow, they managed to unhook the plow. Then they both stood looking for several minutes at the long, wavering, freshly plowed, fifteen-foot wide furrow that marked their journey across Akbar’s fields.

“Yer too drunk to drive, you old bastard!” Timothy informed his besotted friend and adversary. “See? You can’t even drive in a straight line! You work the chains, I’ll drive!”

The Golden Goddess glared sharply at the Great Bard Geoffrey as he unsuccessfully suppressed a giggle as poor Akbar stood before them, trying to explain what happened. They weren’t actually listening to what he was saying. They were looking in his mind at what really happened as he remembered.

Akbar stopped talking for a moment, confused about why the Great Bard had giggled. He hadn’t said anything funny…

“Please, continue,” the Golden Goddess requested.

Akbar began talking again. “And he pushed me right off the seat of me own tractor…”

Akbar allowed himself to be good-naturedly pulled down to the ground. Together, they pulled the chains out, unraveling them from the hoist built into the back end of the tractor. After securing the chains to the rock as best as they could, Timothy hopped up onto the tractor and began applying power.

The chain broke almost immediately and the tractor lurched forward, toppling poor, drunk Timothy out of his seat. As he fell, he tried to catch himself, grabbing the brake lever for the right wheel. It engaged the brake and the ancient tractor swerved sharply to the right, throwing its terrified occupant off the other side. Timothy tumbled to the ground next to Akbar, too drunk to be hurt by the fall.

The tractor continued its sharp turn, running itself up onto the plow and throwing a rod in the engine as the gears beneath the tractor jammed against the heavy steel frame of the plow it was attempting to climb over.

‘Isn’t there supposed to be some sort of protective covering over the gears?’ Elaine asked in Akbar’s mind.

Akbar stopped talking, realizing that the goddess knew the truth of the matter. The heavy metal plate had been gone for years. He’d traded it as scrap metal for parts to repair the hoist in his barn.

“He’s still responsible!” Akbar declared angrily at the goddess. “He was driving!”

The goddess looked down from her seat at him, radiating indignation at his outburst. Akbar bowed his head in apology.

“What are you willing to do to help your friend,” the Golden Goddess inquired of the accused.

“Goddess, I’m almost finished with my plowing,” Timothy informed her. “By the time Akbar’s tractor arrives, I’ll be completely free. I’d be willing to plow half of Akbar’s unprepared fields, cutting in half the amount of time he needs to ready his land.”

He bowed his head in respect. Elaine could feel that he was hiding something, too. She looked into his mind to see what it was. It was really too simple.

‘My fields are almost ready for planting, now. By the time Akbar’s tractor arrives, I’ll have three-quarters my fields seeded. That will give me a silo and a half more grain than he could possibly produce this year!’

“You are both good, hard-working men,” the goddess declared. “There is no criminal intent here to defraud or betray. However, the both of you are unusually competitive with each other. I have many sisters and know how fierce that competition can become.

“Neither of you are at fault for wrecking the tractor,” she continued. Timothy smiled slightly at her declaration. Akbar frowned. “However, you,” she indicated Timothy, “share responsibility for the accident, as your friend would not have tried to remove the stone by himself. If you had not been there, he would still have a tractor. He is also responsible, as he invited you to his home and supplied the beer.

“Because of the wrecked tractor,” the goddess concluded, “you, Akbar, are going to lose your not-so-friendly competition with your life-long friend and adversary regarding your crop tallies. Is this correct?”

She waited patiently for Akbar to respond.

Akbar half-rose, nodded, seemingly defeated, not looking either justice in the eye, then sat back down. He dearly loved a good competition, but losing was always hard on him, forcing him to try more fiercely the following year. This setback with the tractor just wasn’t fair. How can you fight if you know for certain that you can’t win?

The Golden Goddess looked at the accused. “In light of the private competition between the two of you, your offer to ‘help’ your neighbor is lacking in fair-mindedness. Once your crops are planted, you magnanimously offer your aid in plowing and planting his. In addition to allowing a neighbor and fellow farmer to fall dangerously behind schedule, the amount of food production for the district is being threatened.

“How can you put this competition between the two of you on a more even basis so that you both have good yields?” she asked politely.

She plainly expected Timothy to come up with a solution acceptable to both he and Akbar. She waited for his answer.

Honestly wanting to appease the beautiful goddess sitting judgement on him, Timothy thought for a moment.

“Goddess, um, Justices, there is a man I know in Independence who has a tractor he isn’t using. He’s an elderly gent, and retired. He’s letting his fields lie fallow this year, as it’s the fourth year in his cycle. It’s only a half-day journey each way. If I go get the tractor, Akbar can use mine to catch up on his plowing, then by the time I get back, he’ll be two days up from where he would be if he had to wait for a new tractor, and I’ll have only lost one day. Would that be fair enough, yer honors?”

“Is that fair to you, Mister, um…” Bard Geoffrey hesitated. ‘Shiest!’ he heard Elaine hiss in his mind. “Mister Shiest?” he added hastily.

“Um, that would be fine, sir,” Akbar acknowledged. “But I’ll still be another day behind…”

Timothy interrupted, “I could plow your fields with you for half a day after we have both tractors…”

Akbar’s face lit up. They had come to an agreement. They closed the case quickly with an arbiter assigned to ensure that what they had agreed upon actually occurred.

‘Well! Big Sis was right!’ Elaine said in Jeff’s mind. ‘They usually do settle themselves once all the dirty little secrets are out in the open…’

In the next case, a woman wanted to leave the man she had married because he was a total slob and made her do all the housework. Elaine mind-linked with them both to enable them to see each other’s point of view. After that, the divorce was granted. This was a classic case from Béla’s teachings regarding guilt being the main cause of anger. The woman had seen during the mind-link that the man she thought loved her was a user and already had a replacement wife lined up, although he constantly accused her of searching for another man behind his back.

She was granted the property he had gained by marrying her and one year’s menial service from her now ex-husband. There was to be no social interaction between them except for services rendered. At the end of his year of service, he was to return to court for evaluation regarding his future contribution to society.

‘Some people take longer to learn acceptable behavior than others do. And, by then, I may be proficient enough to deal with him!’

The last case was really unusual. An arbiter was being accused of eating his charge out of house and home. It turned out to be true. The arbiter’s judgement was a year of service to his former charge. Property was to be exchanged to cover two years of supporting the former arbiter. The accused was also ordered to attend the University for a half day of every other day to learn a trade so that he could be self-supporting in the future.

“That was fun!” the Golden Goddess declared cheerfully as she dragged her unwilling bard back to her favorite playroom in the temple.

She heard some men come in through the temple doors. The temple attendant had left with the defendant to discharge his duties regarding the judgements of the last case, so Elaine and Jeff were currently the only ones left in the building.

“Don’t go way! I’ll be right back!” She passionately kissed him, lingering only long enough to radiate enough lust through his body so that he would be incapable of movement for several minutes.

As she reentered the audience chamber, she recognized Tam and Jonas from this morning. She smiled at them.

“I owe you much,” she informed them, “for not leaving me to freeze on the cold floor this morning, gentle beings. How may I be of service to you?”

Tam stopped in his tracks, entranced by the golden-haired goddess who filled out that stunning white gown so well. Jonas stopped, as well. It was the first time he’d ever seen his goddess dressed. It was hard for him to believe that she could be more beautiful now than she was when she was naked and sitting on top of him. He had never thought of her as ‘elegant’, but she truly was, dressed in that gown, even though she was barefoot.

Elaine smiled, easily hearing their thoughts. She loved the effect she had on men. She loved how they treated her when she had that effect on them even more.

She turned to lead them to her private audience chambers where Jeff awaited, then stopped and turned back toward them.

“Have you eaten?” she inquired. She wasn’t about to be stuck with two men who couldn’t perform because they were hungry. Each shook his head, ‘No’.

“Well, in that case,” Elaine informed them, “we should go to the manor. I need to return my sister’s dress, anyway. I don’t want it damaged.”

The three of them exited the temple. Halfway down the stone steps, Elaine remembered her bard.

“Oh, my! You two go on ahead!” she exclaimed. “Someone will feed you! I’ll join you as soon as I can, I promise!”

She ran back inside, meeting Jeff as he walked unsteadily into the audience chamber, still half-mesmerized and wondering where she’d gone.

“Change of plans,” she hurriedly told him. “You’re off the hook! Happy, now?”

She led him out the door. They walked arm in arm down the steps and back to the manor.

Chapter 3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

‘Béla’s on the Bridge. It’s her watch’ Beth said.

Elaine sat on the bed where she’d dream-walked to Beth and Béla’s quarters on the great ship.

‘I just wanted to see how you were getting on with her,’ Elaine mumbled.

She’d stayed away for almost a month, not wanting to ‘aggrieve’ her sister any more than she already had.

‘Hey!’ Beth said angrily, picking up the image Elaine was trying to avoid projecting. ‘Béla loves you! Even you are an annoying pest! She’s always wondering about you, but you haven’t visited, or anything! I’m sorry if what I said hurt your tender feelings, but that’s no excuse for you to stay away…’

‘Well, she hasn’t visited me either,’ Elaine complained, still feeling sorry for herself, ‘and she left me holding court for her while she’s on this great adventure of hers. She could have checked to see how I was doing, at least!’

‘She hasn’t visited you because every time she goes to sleep, she dream-walks to Earth to visit her horny boyfriend,’ Beth explained. ‘She likes fucking him more than she likes fucking either one of us! She really doesn’t think of much else except him!’

Elaine thought Beth seemed a little jealous. ‘You shouldn’t complain! I don’t have her at all. At least you get to sleep in the same bed with her!’

‘Well, it was your idea that I come on this trip to keep her company,’ Beth replied, not really wanting to argue with her ditsy blond sister any more. ‘Not that I’m complaining, mind you…’

Beth thought about the unbelievable antics that she and Béla had both been up to and decided she was actually quite delighted to be on this long trip to nowhere. The fun was definitely in the travel, not the destination.

‘Don’t broadcast that stuff at me!’ Elaine complained. ‘I already know how you two mutilate each other when you have what you call sex! And those ‘toys’ you use on each other? They kill people with those things!’

Acting disgusted, Elaine vanquished the image of her sisters’ quarters in her mind, ending her dream-walk on the great ship.

Elaine lay on the soft bed with her eyes closed against the light from the crystal sun streaming through the window. The Southern sun had begun shining almost two weeks ago, joining its northern companion, both radiating warmth into the hollow, vibrantly alive shell of New Eden. The long summer had begun.

Elaine had it all worked out in her mind: The crystal sun embedded into the shell of the world near Northern Depot was the ‘morning’ sun. Approximately three months later, the crystal sun embedded near Southern Depot would begin to glow, and within a few hours of its awakening would be shining brightly. When both suns were shining, that was ‘noon-time’ or mid-day. When the ‘Northern’ sun passed into the night side of New Eden and faded, leaving the ‘Southern’ sun shining halfway up the other side of the sky, it was ‘afternoon’.

Everyone already understood that when both crystal suns faded into darkness as the little artificial moon traveled through the shadow of the great god, Jupiter, it was ‘night’; for five long, cold, lonely months, it was night.

Elaine realized that it had been completely immature to lose her temper with Beth. Picking on Beth’s sexual inclinations was completely unfair. She liked vampirically sinking her teeth into Béla during their lovemaking as much as Beth did. The only thing Beth had done wrong was to be where Elaine had hoped to find Béla. When she’d joyfully awakened the sleeping form on the bed-table and turned her over, it had been the wrong sister.

‘Just to touch her one more time,’ Elaine lamented, feeling sorry for herself, again. ‘She’s going to be gone for so long…’

She felt a tear escape and disappear into the pillow her eyelashes brushed against when she blinked. She hated feeling sorry for herself even more than she felt sorry for herself, which added to her misery.

She also felt angry and restless. Lying on the bed, Elaine suddenly realized that the last time she’d flown was when she had abandoned her departing sister at Southern Depot early in the spring, at least a month ago. She struggled, trying to sit up in the soft, over-cushioned bed. Her right arm was asleep and being laid on by one of her worshipers. She opened her eyes and blinked, focusing on the sleeping face inches from her own.

‘What did he say his name was? Coranth or something…’

He was lying on her right arm and had his right arm draped over her. Elaine rolled backward to escape his limp, sticky embrace (and his snoring, morning breath) and was stopped by another warm, sleeping lump.

‘Who’s that?’

Forcing her body to continue rolling, she rolled halfway over onto the heavy male form behind her and managed to turn her head enough to see who it was. She didn’t recognize him at all.

‘I wonder if he was any good in bed…’ then remembered that he was.

Between the two of them, they had fucked her into unconsciousness several hours earlier. She smiled as she remembered. As she remembered, that certain part of her body began to buzz again.

‘Sex! My drug of choice! Yum!’

‘No!’ Elaine chastised herself determinedly. ‘I want to fly! Besides, these two lumps won’t be any good until they’re fed…’

She managed to free her arm from underneath… ‘Coriander! That’s what his name is! I remember now. These two are students at the university.’

She finally managed to climb, slide and roll over to the outside of the bed. She shoved ‘Rod (lovely name, very appropriate, darling, can I have you over again, sometime?)’ into the middle of the bed. As he stopped rolling, ‘Cory, he said to call him,’ wrapped his arm around his friend and fellow student and sighed pleasantly in his sleep.

‘They’re going to be really embarrassed when they wake up in each other’s arms,’ she giggled to herself. If they got upset, she would handle it. ‘A good fuck will handle just about any kind of upset a male can have…’

Halfway across the room, Elaine realized she was starving. She decided to eat before she went flying. Even though she made that decision, her body continued its travel toward the window, not the door.

‘If I don’t fly now, I’ll be too busy later!’

She knew that, as the district goddess, as soon as someone saw her, someone would need something to be done about whatever, ‘right now!’

Escaping, she pulled open the doublewide windows leading out to her balcony. The warm, summer air swirled in, exchanging itself with the stale, musky bedroom air surrounding her. The summer zephyr joyfully lifted her, literally, and sailed her out the window.

Elaine found herself looking down into the rear courtyard of the manor at the brightly lit green grass as it drifted by beneath her. Taking a deep breath and luxuriating in the radiant warmth of the crystal sun on her bare skin, she stretched her wings further out and began beating powerfully against the warm summer air, gaining altitude rapidly.

Gliding high over the Lorraine Station, she looked down at the quiet little community. There was a small band playing in the Town Park. Strains of music reached her ears, too faint to recognize, but pleasant to listen to. There were perhaps forty or fifty people sitting and lying in the grass far below, listening and enjoying the summer warmth.

The summer months, after the plowing and planting, were an idyllic time. People got up when they felt like it and went to bed when they got tired. Their internal clocks were only set twice a year – when it got dark, and when it got light.

Out beyond the town, there were waving fields of green wheat, corn and barley, stubby little tops of potato plants and onions, and plants with little round dots of red, orange and yellow on them. Elaine knew there were little green dots, too, but she couldn’t distinguish them from this height.

‘Lots of fresh, yummy peppers and tomatoes to slice and dice, and spread on hot bread with vinegar or cook with quartered potatoes and delightful little onions… Shut up, stomach! I’m trying to fly, here! Besides, it’s a least another month before any of it’s ripe enough to eat!’

Elaine wished there were some way to get a bushel of those lovely tomatoes to where her sister was. Béla loved the squishy red things. Elaine knew what ship rations were like. The great ship had left early in the spring. That meant they were eating last year’s fruit and vegetables that had spent the winter stored aboard ship in electronic stasis fields.

Her father’s people didn’t seem to put any importance on the physical pleasures of living, such as the pleasure of eating food that tasted fresh and wonderful, or the marvelous sensations of sex. She wondered about that for a moment, then forgot what she’d been thinking about.

‘I’m starved!’ Elaine realized for the third time in less than an hour. ‘I wonder what ‘chef’ has for breakfas